Fearless in High Heels Part 8

"Really?" I asked, leaning forward. "Why not?"

"It ruined their credibility. That Sebastian character may have some ridiculous stuff going on at that place, but I know the kinds of movers and shakers that are into ridiculous extra curricular activities. Alexa and Becca were more likely to run into a big name director at one of the parties than they were at the farmers' market. They were pigeon-holing themselves before they even got a part."

"But you booked them on it anyway?"

"In case you didn't notice, I'm not exactly repping Tom Cruise here," he argued, gesturing around his office. "I gave them my honest opinion, they ignored it, what can you do?" He shrugged.

"Did the parties pay well?"

Bowman shook his head. "Well below scale. Then again, they aren't exactly union jobs, if you know what I mean." He paused. "Look, you want to book Becca or not?" Bowman asked, some of the eagerness he'd originally displayed having been questioned out of him.

Dana nodded. "Definitely. As soon as possible."

"Great," Bowman said, turning to an ancient computer monitor beside him and squinting at the greenish font. "She's free all next week?" he offered.

"We were hoping for sooner," I said. "Like... today?"

"No can do," Bowman answered, shaking his head. "She's booked tonight."

"Where?" I asked, leaning in.

"One of those vampire parties at Sebastian's place. She's book from 10:00 PM on."

"I knew it all came back to vampires!" Marco stage-whispered, grabbing my arm as we left Bowman's.

"Okay," I conceded. "Let's say, just for kicks, that however Alexa came into her windfall is tied to the vampire parties."

"I bet it was Fangs," Dana said. "He looks loaded. I bet he was paying them to do something illegal."

"He did seem a little cagy about what happens after the parties," I agree. "Maybe he was paying the girls to sleep with his guests?"

"Hooker vampires? I love it!" Marco said, clapping his hands together. "Or, even better, maybe he was paying them to suck their blood!"

I shot him a look. "Gross."

"Hey, the body was drained of blood," he pointed out.

"True. But there was only one pair of bite marks on her neck. Meaning she was only drained once. If someone had been," I cringed, nausea creeping up on me again "drinking her blood on a regular basis, there'd have been older marks."

"Well, maybe it was a one-time thing? He paid her for one blood suck, but it got out of hand, and he sucked too much blood?"

"Can we not say the words 'blood' and 'suck' together anymore, please?" I pleaded, willing my stomach to sit still. "Besides, there's one problem with your theory."

"Only one," Dana mumbled as we got back in her car.

"What problem?" Marco asked, ignoring her.

"Why kill Alexa at the club? I mean, if Sebastian really did hire her for some sort of drinking thing, it stands to reason he'd do it in the privacy of his own home. Why risk doing it at a crowded club?"

Marco pouted. "Good point. Well, whatever Alexa was into, I'm betting both Sebastian and Becca are into it up to their fangs."

"So you guys think Becca will show up at Sebastian's party tonight?" I asked.

Dana turned to me, her eyes suddenly gleaming with a Cagney and Lacey look I knew all too well. Though in reality, we were probably closer to Lucy and Ethel. "Oh, Maddie. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked, a grin dimpling her cheeks.

"That a cheeseburger would really hit the spot right about now?"

"The party tonight! It's our one chance to corner Becca and grill her."

"I don't know..." I hedged. "Maybe we should just turn all this info over to Ramirez and let the police sort it out."

Marco scoffed. "Like the police could blend in at a vampire party."

"They don't have to blend, they have warrants," I countered.

"No, Marco's right," Dana argued. "We're much more likely to get info about Becca by going undercover than the police are by busting through the doors, badges drawn."

I bit my lip. She had a point.

And she could tell she was wearing me down. "Please, Maddie," Dana pleaded, clasping her hands together in front of her. "Ricky's Moonlight contract is up for renewal for a third movie next week. If the club is still closed by then, I just know he's gonna sign."

I let out a sigh. As much as I hated the idea of walking into a possible blood drinking orgy, I had to admit that this was our best, and possibly only, chance of catching up with Becca.

"Fine," I relented. "Let's go rent some fangs."

Chapter Ten.

Luckily Dana knew the perfect place to get vampire attire the set of Moonlight II: The Eternal Kiss, the sequel that half the known world was awaiting with baited breath (yours truly included) and which was currently being filmed at Sunset Studios in Hollywood.

Sunset Studios houses the biggest and best names in both television and film, and is encircled by an impenetrable wall that is so heavily guarded it makes Buckingham Palace look like a joke. Inside the paparazzi-proofed walls, the studio grounds are laid out like a small city; only the city is a little schizo. There are streets of Brooklyn brownstones b.u.t.ting up against suburban tree-lined neighborhoods, right next to a futuristic post-apocalyptic town that also doubles as the old west, depending on which production is currently shooting. Dana and I had once gone undercover to help in one of Ramirez's investigations here, and I'd gotten lost wandering the pseudo neighborhoods on more than one occasion.

Today, however, we did not need to go undercover as, thanks to Dana's movie star boyfriend, she was on The List. One look at her ID and the guard at the ma.s.sive iron gates waved us through, indicating parking in a lot just to the right, where we quickly traded her Mustang out for a golf cart, the studio's main method of transport.

Moonlight II was being shot in the Brooklyn neighborhood, today, a rare daylight scene involving Lila and Daniel being forced to walk among mortals to find a magic potion that turns vampires into humans for just long enough for them to consummate their relations.h.i.+p. (A scene which Dana was not looking forward to. Rumor had it Ava had been paid extra to go full frontal.) We parked our cart on the edge of the set, then walked in, stepping between camera tracks, lighting racks, and microphone cords to a pair of white trailers set against the storefront of an Italian deli. "Ricky Montgomery" was taped to the door of the first in block letters, "Ava Martinez" on the other. Dana spared one dirty look at door number two before knocking on door number one.

A dirty look that, as it turns out, she could have delivered in person, as Ava opened the door to Ricky's trailer a beat later.

She blinked, batting long, fake eyelashes at us. "Yeah?" Ava asked, unceremoniously.

"We're here to see Ricky," Dana informed her.

"And you are?"

Dana's teeth gnashed together. "His girlfriend."

"Oh." Ava gave Dana slow up and down, doing a hot-girl-to-hot-girl a.s.sessment. "I see. Well, I guess you can come in then," she said, standing back to allow us entry.

I could tell it took all Dana had not to elbow the stick figure out the door as she pa.s.sed by her. Very big of her, really.

I, on the other hand, actually was very big and did end up knocking into Ava in the tiny trailer doorway. Just a little.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "Bun in the oven."

"I can see that," Ava responded, eyes flickering to The b.u.mp. "What's that in your bag?"

"Nothing. Just a baby."

She frowned and opened her mouth to respond, but never got the chance as Ricky emerged from the back room.

"What a surprise! What's my favorite gal doing here?" he asked, moving in to give Dana a peck on the cheek.

While Ricky's image on the big screen made moviegoers across the world swoon, I had to say that the in-person version was even more spectacular. He was tall well over six feet had broad shoulders, slim hips, and every inch of his body was hard muscle, attesting to his gym-rat status. His hair was black at the moment, long and lose to his shoulders. Which might have been a little too early-Banderas to be s.e.xy had his skin not been tinted a pale white that was so ethereal, the entire look was kind of mesmerizing. I could see why girls were hot for him. I firmly gave my own over-active hormones a down-girl talk as I perched myself on the edge of his sofa.

Marco sighed beside me, echoing my own thoughts as he whispered, "G.o.d, that man is hot."

"Smokin'." I nodded, watching Dana return Ricky's h.e.l.lo with a kiss. I noticed that she included a little tongue for Ava's benefit.

"Wow, nice to see you too," Ricky said once she let him come up for air. "To what do I owe this surprise visit?"

"Can't a girl come visit her boyfriend?" Dana asked. Though whether she was talking to Ricky or Ava, I wasn't totally clear.

"If that's the kind of h.e.l.lo I get, you can visit any time," Ricky said, still grinning.

Dana shot Ava a look that said round one had clearly gone to her.

Ava narrowed her eyes. "Actually, Ricky and I were kind of in the middle of something, so maybe this isn't the best time."

"I'm sure it can wait," Dana shot back.

"I don't think so. It's very important."

"What could be that important?"

"We're rehearsing our next scene."

"Oh, which one?" I jumped in, unable to stop myself from going fan-girl just a little.

Ava smirked. "The one where Lila and Daniel have s.e.x."

Dana froze, her entire body tensing.

Uh oh. I had to ask.

Dana turned to Ricky, her eyes narrowing into tiny slits. "You were rehearsing this scene?"

Ricky nodded. "We were just running lines when you got here."

"How many lines are there?" she hissed. "It's s.e.x."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Ricky said, cracking open a water bottle, seemingly completely oblivious to the steam starting to spout from Dana's ears. "It's way harder than you'd imagine to have s.e.x on camera."

"Pretend to have s.e.x on camera," Dana corrected, shooting daggers at Ava from her slitty eyes.

"Rwar, cat fight," Marco whispered.

"So anyway," I broke in, figuring we better get to the point of the visit before we had another dead body on our hands. "We were wondering if we could borrow a couple pairs of fangs for the night? We have a vampire party to go to and need something authentic."

Ricky nodded. "Totally. The ones they have in make-up are great. Glue on, stay put all day."

"Even through kissing scenes," Ava said, shooting a saccharine smile at Dana.

Dana's teeth clenched so tight I feared we'd need the jaw of life to pry those suckers open.

"You think we could impose on make-up for a few minutes?" I asked Ricky.

He shrugged. "Sure. Want me to show you where the trailer is?"

"Please," I urged, grabbing Dana by the arm and steering her out of the room before someone got hurt. Not that I would blame her. Ava was, as it turned out, a bit of a twit. But I honestly wanted to let the twit finish filming.

If Sebastian's estate had seemed fairytale-esque before, it was positively Gothic after dark. The turrets loomed against the evening sky, casting long, eerie shadows across the circular drive. The trees lining the estate were lit from below, creating long, silvering fingers up to their tops. And the bricks framing the front door took on a sinister red hue. As a stark contrast, the circular driveway was lined with s.h.i.+ny, modern cars tonight, all way pricier than my bank account could afford.

Dana parked her Mustang between a Jag and Ferrari and cut the engine. From here, we could already hear music radiating from inside, above a soft m.u.f.fle of voices, a slow organ playing a song that belonged in a haunted house.

"Are we sure about this?" Marco piped up from the backseat. "I mean... maybe we should have brought some garlic or a wooden stake with us."

I rolled my eyes. "I think we'll be okay."

"You know, I pride myself on my flawless neck."

"Look, Sebastian said they're all fake anyway," Dana rea.s.sured him, swiveling in her seat.

"Sure. Right," Marco agreed, nodding. "Only one of those fake vampires sucked Alexa dry."

"Do you want to stay in the car?" I asked.

Marco nodded. "Yes, please."

"Fine." I shoved my leather tote at him. "Then you can babysit."